You wake up, wrapped in Deans arms. His face is buried in your neck and his leg is over yours. Sam is asleep in the bed next to yours, his back turned to you. You try to move away to get up, but Dean tightens his grip around you. "Five more minutes." He mumbles out. "Dean," You pry his arms apart and slip out walking to the bathroom. You start the shower and get undressed, slipping in under the water. You run your fingers through your hair and wash yourself, just as Dean opens the door and strips. "Dean what the hell?" You say and he slips into he shower next to you. He turns your back to him, running his hands up your back and down your front. "I'm never fully awake on the morning until I get my fill." He growls. He spreads your legs apart with his knees and you feel his cock between them. He runs his fingers down your side, sending chills all over your body then kisses your neck, going down your back. He stands back up, turns you around to face him, and teases you with himself. "Dean...please." You whimper out. "Oh baby." He roars back. He slowly dives into you. He starts his rhythm off slow, but quickly grows faster and faster. The water runs down between you, and he lifts you up. You wrap your legs around him, and he pushes the shower door open. You both collapse to the ground and he pushes harder into you so hard, you knew you were gonna hurt the next two days. He had one hand on the ground to support himself and the other down between your legs, sending tingling feelings shooting through your body. He massages you and bucks harder and harder. "Fuck! Dean!" You scream. "Shit y/n!" He roars in return. "Are you two done?" Sam says through the door. "Some of us want to take a shower and get on with the day." Dean stops and smiles at you then at the door. "Guys gotta do what a guys gotta so Sammy." Dean says. "Yeah, well do it somewhere else." Sam says and you hear him walk away from the door. Dean pushes into you but doesn't pull out. "Guess we better get going." He says. "Five more minutes?" You say, flashing a crooked smile. He leans down, putting his forehead to yours. "Hell yes." He kisses you and bucks into you harder and faster, making you scream.
